When I was ten years old, my parents split. It was traumatic for a number of reasons. There were a number of people, teachers, friends, family, that attempted to help make sense of the situation. That, in and of itself, is admirable. A family separation is a difficult thing. Sticking around and trying to help is difficult. One family/friend that was there through all of the breakup was Kelsey Ferguson.
Kelsey was one of my best friends. We lived about five houses away from each other. We went to the same school and were in the same classes. We were inseparable. The change in my family status meant that we moved away from each other. When my mom left my dad, we moved to a neighbourhood quite some distance removed from where I was previously. This changed quite a few of my neighbourhood relationships.
But, the move didn’t really impact my relationship with Kelsey. We had been friends for a long time. We rode bikes together and played superheroes together. We, were inseparable. One of the fun things we did was go to his parents jewelry store – Diamond Magic – and play mini sticks with the Oilers. You see, Kelsey and I grew up in Sherwood Park watching the Edmonton Oilers of the early 1980’s. The heyday. These were our idols. Mark Messier, Kevin Lowe, Paul Coffey, Jari Kuri, and of course, Wayne Gretzky. For some reason all of these guys, the guys we idolized, went to Diamond Magic to get their jewelery done. So, when there was a promotion at Diamond Magic, we were there, with these young, amazing hockey players.
We didn’t think much of it at the time. But, now, as a 42 year old looking back at his childhood, it is an amazing thing. Playing mini sticks in a jewelry store with some of the most amazing hockey players of all time is truly unbelievable. But, my story gets better.
One evening, a few months after my parents split, I was invited to Kelsey’s house for supper. We hung out and played, as ten year olds will do. But then, things changed. In walked Vicki Moss and her boyfriend, Wayne Gretzky. Really, given my experience with the rest of the Oilers team, this should not have been such a big deal. But it was. This was The Great One. Even at ten years old, I knew this was something special. Having fondu with this unassuming, quiet 24 year old was special. He didn’t say much. He asked me if I played hockey and how that was going. But that was enough.
Really, the exchange wasn’t much. But, now at 42, I know, I will never forget it. I have often hoped that I would get the chance to tell Wayne Gretzky how much those few minutes mean to me. I was a hurting 10 year old kid who got to have supper with his idol. I won’t pretend that those few moments solved the problems in my life. But, they certainly had a huge impact on me.
The one thing that is clear to me from this event in my life is that relationships are key. They are the foundation for what we are able to do in our work with kids. When they know we are with them, amazing things can happen. I hope, at one point, Wayne sees this and realizes what an impact he had on my life.
But, if nothing else, I hope this story stands as a testament to the power of relationships and what our kids need from us everyday. So, tomorrow, as your week begins, be Wayne Gretzky for your kids.
All the best,
This school year, I began a new position as Vice Principal. It is a position I’ve held before, albeit in a different school in a different system. During my previous time as a VP, I felt I was ready for the challenges that I would face. I was excited and eager to begin the role. What I recognize now, 7 years later, is that I was not anywhere near ready.
I am currently one of two VPs and one of three administrators in a school of 630 students in a small city in South Eastern Alberta. Our community is somewhat unique in small town Alberta. We have a beef processing plant on the edge of town that has brought in many workers from abroad. Our community is very diverse which brings benefits and challenges. Our school reflects that make up with approximately a 32% ELL population. Of those students approximately 15% are refugees. I feel very lucky to be an administrator in this building. The difference for me now, is that I feel much more ready than I did 7 years ago.
If I am honest, when I was first an administrator, I was enamoured by a title. At that point, I had spent ten years in the school. My responsibility in the school continued to increase through Department Head positions and as a Director of a large international studies program. As such, I believed the next logical step was into administration. As I look back now, I realize that the motivation to lead was selfish – I wanted more responsibility. As a result, I did an OK job. I managed the schedules of the students and staff. I dealt with issues of behaviour among the students. I conducted staff meetings and worked with parents who were concerned. But, I was not a leader.
Nine years later, I look at my role in a much different way. I feel I am a part of something much bigger than myself. Our school is an amazing place filled with dedicated staff. Our students are diverse and have a lot to teach me. This is a building where I want to be a leader. I want to help create an environment where we (the adults and students) share a desire to improve what we do. Not because what we are doing isn’t good enough but because we can always do better. I want to be a part of a culture of inclusion where students and staff feel they can contribute in meaningful ways.
I won’t pretend that I have the answers as to how this goal will be achieved. I have an idea and a starting point. My starting point is to listen to the voices of the building. I have a vision for where I would like to see us go. But, the first step, is understanding where we are. That will take some time.
Thanks for spending a few moments reading my thoughts. All the best,
Over the past few days, I’ve been working with my admin colleagues on creating the timetable for our High School for the next school year. I’ve gone through this process before at smaller schools so working on this at a large High School was really eye opening. We are a large high school offering many sections of different courses. But, we aren’t large enough for automated scheduling systems to be effective. So, much of the work was done by “hand.” But the entire process has left me thinking about schedules in general.
Timetables have been a component of formalized schooling for as long as formalized schools have existed. Some would argue that the timetable was a reflection of the workforce the students would join upon completion of their formal schooling. This may be the case but I would suggest a more simple reason timetables exist – order. It would be very difficult to organize hundreds of students and staff without some kind of schedule. Of course this goes further in many jurisdictions where education funding is tied to instructional hours, which timetables help to achieve. But, for those of us looking to change education, should we not look to the timetable as a method to elicit change.
I am honest in my perspective about education – I see myself in the progressive camp most days. As such, I look for ways we can organize our schools and classrooms differently than in the past, and ensure we meet the needs of the students and promote their academic and social success. As such, it would seem to me the timetable would be a place to look at for changes. I would argue that, historically (and probably currently), timetables were created to meet the needs of the adults in the building, not the students. Administrators create timetables which meet the requested needs of teaching staff and then fit students into the blocks. What if we looked at that differently? Can students design the timetable? I’m not sure if that is completely possible but I do think they can have a role.
If teachers, students, and administrators looked at times where students felt more successful in certain classes, perhaps we could construct the timetable to reflect those situations. For example, when I taught Grade 12 English right after lunch, many of my students had difficulty focusing. So, I asked them why. They told me they were tired after eating lunch – now, something could be said about teenage choices for lunch, but that’s another post. They often requested that they have P.E. or some other more active course rather than a difficult academic offering. So, if we looked across the board at courses and gathered data about times when the majority of our students were successful, perhaps we could use the timetable to capitalize on this.
Another consideration that I would like to see more of is blended and online learning incorporated into the timetable. Our students in High School have a flex period which would be perfect for this to take place. Students could take courses through Alberta Distance Learning or other locally developed online courses during this period. In that way, we could provide more opportunities for our students and promote flexibility in their schedule.
This seems like a pretty mundane topic but, after five days of creating a timetable, it is on my mind! I would really like to hear other perspectives of timetabling and thoughts on how it can positively, or negatively, impact learning.
Have a great Friday everyone!
I titled this blog “The Journey is the Goal” as I believe this axiom to be true. So often we focus on an end goal rather than enjoying the path that takes us there. I see this to be true in the classroom as well as the highway.
Yesterday, I accepted an opportunity which will take me on another part of my journey. I will be a Vice Principal in Brooks Composite High School next school year.
When I was a full time classroom teacher, I liked to discuss the concept of the journey with my students. When teaching English, we looked at the themes and messages surrounding the journey. We talked about classical representations of the journey in literature. In Social Studies, we discussed the journey of humanity and the various paths people and nations have taken throughout time.
Journeys are a part of human existence – one could argue, I suppose, that journeys are a component of all life on earth. What I find interesting is how I feel when embarking upon a new journey. I always find myself filled with both excitement and nerves. I am excited about what this new journey will bring. However, I am not naive and understand too that there will be challenges. But that is what makes the journey so important – the challenges.
I do not believe that the end goal of a journey is necessarily a destination. I am uncertain as to what the destination will be on this next journey. In fact, I am uncertain if there actually is a final destination. What I am certain about is that I will learn a great deal while I travel this road. And perhaps, that will help make me a better teacher and person.
All the best,
Over the past few days, I have been witness to a great deal of ugliness, hatred, and ignorance. I have seen adults refer to LGBTQ kids as evil, shameful, mentally ill, and worse. I am saddened and angered by all of this. I wasn’t sure how to express all of this, so I wrote my boys, Patrick (13) and Andrew (5) a letter. I will share it with both of them.
Over the last few days, I have seen some horrible things said about children in our province. Most of these things were said by adults, many who are scared but don’t really know how to say so. It has left me feeling very sad. But, I want you both to know something: I Love You!
At 5 and 13 you have so much yet to learn and so many questions to ask, but you need never question whether I love you – that is without question. More than that, I will love always love you. If you come to me and say to me “Dad, I’m gay,” I will tell you I love you. If you come to me and say to me “Dad, want to live my life as a girl because that is who I truly am,” I will tell you I love you. You will never have to wonder about that.
My job as a parent would not be to question whether you are straight, gay, bisexual or transgender. My job would not be curing you of some affliction, because, you would not be sick. My job would be, as it always has been, to love you and keep you safe.
I will be honest with you and tell you that it might take me some time to adjust to what you told me. But, that is about me and not about you. And no matter how long that takes, you will always have my love, protection, and support. You must also know that I will fight tirelessly for you, as I always have, to ensure you have the same rights and opportunities as other people. I will be in your corner. I will be your defender, supporter, and advocate. I will never shame you, bully you, or call you names. I must be honest, other people might. But that is all about them and their issues, not about you.
Boys, I don’t care if you are straight, gay, bisexual or transgender. All I want for you both is to be happy and safe. And, to eat your broccoli.
All my love now and always,
Sometime ago, I was told “balance” is a weasel word when I used it to describe both my orientation to teaching and learning and my practice in the classroom. I don’t really worry about being called names by anonymous Twitter folks, but what struck me is the negativity that suggesting teachers use a balanced approach to teaching and learning received.
More recently, I was “called out” again on this position and was told that it was responsible for reduced scores on international standardized tests. Further, some individuals suggest that the position is dangerous as it promotes and, in fact, exacerbates the divide between wealthy students and those in poverty.
Many of those who question my position advocate for teachers using scripted, Direct Instruction lessons, which are supposedly rigorously tested to ensure consistent teaching results time after time. As I have never used such lessons, I cannot attest to the veracity of that claim.
Finally, some commentators on social media, who have little to no experience in a K-12 classroom, suggest that saying we are “student centred” is a euphemistic way of casting off responsibility for educating our students.
I have said many times throughout my career as a classroom teacher and administrator, that many individuals should have a voice in how education is conducted in our schools. But, that doesn’t mean they should shape teaching and learning in our classrooms. Honestly, that is the job of the professional teacher in the room. Sometimes those teachers should use direct instruction – I don’t think they should ever use pre-scripted lesson plans but that is my opinion – and sometimes they should use other pedagogical approaches. Teachers should incorporate technology into their lessons where it is appropriate but it should never be used as a babysitter. Teachers should stay on top of professional research and adopt an orientation as a continual learner. However, they should be very cautious of accepting advice from those who have not actually taught in a K-12 classroom.
Some people would like teaching and learning to be boiled down to an exact science whereby results are replicable across all learning situations. I don’t believe that is a possibility. Teaching is not an exact science – I would argue it is more of an artform. The truly master teachers will have an understanding of the science of teaching and learning, and be artful in their craft knowing when and which approach to use.
But, those are just my thoughts.
Have a great day,
I no longer teach everyday – what am I?
That is the riddle I’ve been thinking about for a while. I am no longer in a classroom full time. Can I call myself a teacher? I still teach. Actually, I spend a lot of time in classrooms working with students from grade 1 through 12. But, do I get to still call myself a teacher?
A while ago, someone online told me that I was no longer a teacher in the true sense of the word. That got me thinking about what the true sense of the word teacher is. If you want to conduct an interesting social experiment, ask people to define “teacher.”
In Alberta, there is a legal definition of a teacher – a person who holds a valid teaching certificate. In order to obtain this certificate, you must hold a teaching degree and meet the requirements of the Teaching Quality Standard. I have such a certificate. However, if you asked me where it is in my house, I couldn’t tell you. But, trust me, I have one. So, step one taken care of. But am I a teacher.
When I asked people to tell me how they define the word “teacher,” many said: someone who works with kids. That’s a pretty broad definition but, that still describes me. I work with kids a lot. Another definition included: “works in a school.” Again, fairly general but I do work in a school. Actually, I work in 13 schools which is great. A further definition: “teaches kids stuff.” Not the most articulate, but I get it. Teachers are responsible for promoting learning in their classroom. Again, I meet this criteria. I teach students how to utilize digital resources so as to promote their learning and, hopefully, make their lives a bit easier. But am I a teacher?